@come-closer-if-you-dare Here you go. c:
Levi pushed the keys into the slot, turning them and holding the door open with his foot. He walked into the house and put the groceries away, knowing that Indigo was upstairs - he knew that because he was the one who had sent her up there to rest while he took care of everything else. He'd organized the hospital bag after talking to the midwife the other day, plus he'd put safety caps on everything around the house that could be considered a safety hazard to a young child. He then went upstairs to put the finishing touches on the nursery. The walls were a very pale mint green colour, four grey elephants - two parents and two babies wearing matching bow ties and tutus holding onto each others with their trunks, the little girl at the end holding a small fairy wand wrapped in her tail, their feet padding on a soft grass surface painted in a slightly darker shade of green. In the corner, a tree hung over them, providing shade from any weather that may have hit. The father at the front was holding a candy striped umbrella to protect his young family from the heat - just like people in extremely hot climates. The carpet was soft, a baby pink that matched the curtains that hung over the window to protect the baby girl safe from any hot sun burning her through the glass. He'd put in vented air conditioner and heating for both changes in the climate, plus he had built a cupboard and dresser drawers for her. When he was finished it was around four in the afternoon. After taking a quick shower, he got changed into a clean pair of clothes and walked through to the main room, gently nudging Indigo's shoulder to wake her up. Once she had opened her eyes the slightest bit, Levi swiftly picked her up and carried her to the nursery. "Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to.." He said softly, plopping her down on her own two feet when they got down the hall. He turned her around so she could see, hoping with all his heart that she would like it. "Okay, open!" The male exclaimed, his tone holding excitement - but the nervousness was more detectable. He hadn't really discussed what he was doing..He'd just told her that he was doing it. So, this was the first time she was actually seeing the ideas he'd had come to life on the walls of their child's nursery.
Azalea woke up from her nap, feeling tired still. She refused to sleep any longer though..So instead she went to the kitchen and pulled out almost every sugary thing they had stored in the cupboard. She mixed nutella with vanilla ice-cream, chopped up banana, walnuts, chocolate sauce and strawberries into a bowl, adding glacier cherries and whipped cream to it. After she had done that, she walked through to the living room and took a seat on the couch, eating what she'd made for herself. When the dish was cleared completely of food, Azalea put the bowl in the dishwasher so it could get cleaned, holding a hand over her stomach - which looked more like the largest possible bowling ball instead of a bump by now. She walked upstairs, her expression only getting more pained after each step. It was only two weeks to Thomas's due date..And it was scaring her..Though it was also kind of exciting, the prospect of having a little one running around. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, leaning against the wall with a teary eyed look. She managed to walk to the bathroom to grab the hospital bag that was full of things they would need for when the baby was born, mostly little outfits, blankets and other items, plus a few things for her as well. She'd also thrown in a few things for Ethan like clean clothes just in case they were there for a couple of days for whatever reason. "Ethan!" She called out, her eyes watering by now. 'ETHAN!" Her voice only got louder as she grew more frantic, the pain in her stomach and thighs only getting worse now. "I think he's coming early!" She managed to choke out as loud as she could so he would be able to hear her from wherever he was stationed. Her hand never once wavered from her stomach though, since it was a habit of hers that she had picked up over the last nine months or so. It was just her way of protecting her son, even if he wasn't here yet.